I know how to catch My prey. My bait is irresistible, and I catch white whales along with an entire ocean of swimmers.

Even if you keep trying to resist, it creeps up on you. Insidious. Luscious. Seduction.

I am an expert Manipulatrix at the top of My craft. I am the Cock Controller. The Man Molder. The Sneaky Sexpot. I know the button I want to push in your brain, and I know what I can get from
pushing it. Legs are too much of a weakness for you, and legs wrapped in silky stockings attached to a garter belt are absolute destruction for you. Watch a wicked woman take advantage of you. Listen
to Me control your masturbation and marvel at how eagerly your mind and body obey. With such frightening ease. What is this power I have over you? How did I figure out your deep, sexual secrets? How
do I know your weaknesses?

I know how to catch My prey. My bait is irresistible, and I catch white whales along with an entire ocean of swimmers.

Even if you keep trying to resist, it creeps up on you. Insidious. Luscious. Seduction.

I am an expert Manipulatrix at the top of My craft. I am the Cock Controller. The Man Molder. The Sneaky Sexpot. I know the button I want to push in your brain, and I know what I can get from
pushing it. Legs are too much of a weakness for you, and legs wrapped in silky stockings attached to a garter belt are absolute destruction for you. Watch a wicked woman take advantage of you. Listen
to Me control your masturbation and marvel at how eagerly your mind and body obey. With such frightening ease. What is this power I have over you? How did I figure out your deep, sexual secrets? How
do I know your weaknesses?

We open on Dr. Pamela Isley, renowned botanical scientist who specializes in fringe experiments and challenging the laws of nature. She is preparing a potion, to be delivered to one Mr. Bruce
Wayne, otherwise known as Bat Man. He rushes in, breathless from his ongoing pursuit of the Joker, who currently has The City on lockdown with an entire bridged wired with explosives! He has no
time to waste; The City is counting on him! He hasn't even completely changed from his high-powered Mr. Wayne tuxedo to his full Bat suit! He is dressed in that suit, tight with his muscles pressing
underneath, his cape flowing, and those sharp eyes and pillow lips smoldering from beneath that mysterious cowl...the sex appeal is not lost on Dr. Isley.

"Pamela, I nee-- I need that potion! The Joker is about to get away with destroying thousands of people!" His tone is dominant but hurried.

"Of-- of course, I have it right here. I've prepared something just for you! Here, take a closer look..." Just as he leans in, Dr. Isley gently blows a light puff of air from her lips,
gliding through the silky powder and carrying it in a viral cloud to his nose, mouth, and eyes. Bat Man is immediately immobilized. He falls to his knees, slowly, as Dr. Isley's face and body
language transform from concerned colleague to sensual sadist.

She'd always wanted to play with him.

On his knees, dizzy from the magic botanical powder, the Caped Crusader is helpless against Dr. Isley's - villainess Poison Ivy underneath - charms. He is overcome by the urge to worship the boots
before him! Everything in his being, from cowl to cape, yearns to have her heels in his mouth. He runs his hands up and down her black velvet platform stiletto knee-high boots, stopping at the
bottoms to lick, kiss, and moan all over them. He can't contain his arousal, and he practically growls into her boots. Proclamations of love and devotion fall from his lips, words he never thought
he'd say. Words about complete and utter devotion, about his inability to resist her...

As he worships, Dr. Isley lets Poison Ivy come out, oozing from her with evil laughter and erotic delight. She revels in the complete humiliation of her nemesis, kneeling before her evil presence
and powerless to stop her dastardly intentions or her complete seduction of his body and mind.

He licks between her toes, slurping and kissing each and every single one. They are so cute, so irresistible, so sexy...he never thought he would be kneeling on the floor with them inside his wet
mouth. His tongue glides across the top of her perfectly-sloped feet, and she wipes her soles across his face as if he was a door mat. She slides her foot and toes past his lips and into his mouth,
and he loves every second of it - reluctantly but eagerly at the same time!

Ivy is fully aroused now, having shed her demure alter ego and looking too hot and fierce for this dowdy lab coat. She is ready to pounce and toy with her prey. She has lubed him up with her feet,
placing him in a completely submissive position and proving to him that he is completely locked into a tr@nce for her. Her feet are the only thing on his mind, and his cock and brain are in full
slavery to the only woman who can stop the Joker from obliterating most of The City. How many twists and turns are there to her evil mind? What will her sex drive and her hunger for power drive her
to do with him? Will he be able to save the day in time? Or will The City forever know him as the superhero who let them down while his dick was hard and The Villainess Poison Ivy's toes were shoved
deep into his mouth?

What happens after Ivy, as Pamela, orders him to get up? What will appear once she drops her lab coat? Stay tuned to find out...

We open on Dr. Pamela Isley, renowned botanical scientist who specializes in fringe experiments and challenging the laws of nature. She is preparing a potion, to be delivered to one Mr. Bruce
Wayne, otherwise known as Bat Man. He rushes in, breathless from his ongoing pursuit of the Joker, who currently has The City on lockdown with an entire bridged wired with explosives! He has no
time to waste; The City is counting on him! He hasn't even completely changed from his high-powered Mr. Wayne tuxedo to his full Bat suit! He is dressed in that suit, tight with his muscles pressing
underneath, his cape flowing, and those sharp eyes and pillow lips smoldering from beneath that mysterious cowl...the sex appeal is not lost on Dr. Isley.

"Pamela, I nee-- I need that potion! The Joker is about to get away with destroying thousands of people!" His tone is dominant but hurried.

"Of-- of course, I have it right here. I've prepared something just for you! Here, take a closer look..." Just as he leans in, Dr. Isley gently blows a light puff of air from her lips,
gliding through the silky powder and carrying it in a viral cloud to his nose, mouth, and eyes. Bat Man is immediately immobilized. He falls to his knees, slowly, as Dr. Isley's face and body
language transform from concerned colleague to sensual sadist.

She'd always wanted to play with him.

On his knees, dizzy from the magic botanical powder, the Caped Crusader is helpless against Dr. Isley's - villainess Poison Ivy underneath - charms. He is overcome by the urge to worship the boots
before him! Everything in his being, from cowl to cape, yearns to have her heels in his mouth. He runs his hands up and down her black velvet platform stiletto knee-high boots, stopping at the
bottoms to lick, kiss, and moan all over them. He can't contain his arousal, and he practically growls into her boots. Proclamations of love and devotion fall from his lips, words he never thought
he'd say. Words about complete and utter devotion, about his inability to resist her...

As he worships, Dr. Isley lets Poison Ivy come out, oozing from her with evil laughter and erotic delight. She revels in the complete humiliation of her nemesis, kneeling before her evil presence
and powerless to stop her dastardly intentions or her complete seduction of his body and mind.

He licks between her toes, slurping and kissing each and every single one. They are so cute, so irresistible, so sexy...he never thought he would be kneeling on the floor with them inside his wet
mouth. His tongue glides across the top of her perfectly-sloped feet, and she wipes her soles across his face as if he was a door mat. She slides her foot and toes past his lips and into his mouth,
and he loves every second of it - reluctantly but eagerly at the same time!

Ivy is fully aroused now, having shed her demure alter ego and looking too hot and fierce for this dowdy lab coat. She is ready to pounce and toy with her prey. She has lubed him up with her feet,
placing him in a completely submissive position and proving to him that he is completely locked into a tr@nce for her. Her feet are the only thing on his mind, and his cock and brain are in full
slavery to the only woman who can stop the Joker from obliterating most of The City. How many twists and turns are there to her evil mind? What will her sex drive and her hunger for power drive her
to do with him? Will he be able to save the day in time? Or will The City forever know him as the superhero who let them down while his dick was hard and The Villainess Poison Ivy's toes were shoved
deep into his mouth?

What happens after Ivy, as Pamela, orders him to get up? What will appear once she drops her lab coat? Stay tuned to find out...

Poor, pious Cupcake has been praying really hard for those public school girls who smoke on the corner every day as she walks past them to Sunday school. She knows the lord will save them, all
they have to do is accept him into their hearts! She has decided to take a stand and witness to one of these wicked girls, in the hopes of bringing them to Jesus.

But this one is the Bitch of the group. She's their Queen Bee. She's the most popular girl in public school and she has quite a reputation. Beautiful, cruel, and charming, Cupcake is almost
distracted from her Godly mission by this girl's seductive beauty. But she must be strong.

Little does she know, this bossy brat is delighted to be the target of a Christian mission. She can't wait to humiliate and degrade Cupcake and laugh the entire time she's doing it!

First, pretty and popular Sarah mocks Cupcake as she reads her Bible. She acts like she's interested in being saved, but the evil behind her eyes comes out when she forces Cupcake to remove her
sky-high stripper heels and then shoves her FOOT IN HER MOUTH! Cupcake is disgusted and degraded, but she tries to push on and let Jesus take the wheel. Sarah wipes her feet all over Cupcake's face,
dips her toes into her mouth, and SHOVES her feet deep down Cupcake's throat. Even while she's gagging on Bitch feet, she tries to explain to Sarah that God loves her and will forgive her for these
wicked acts!

To Cupcake's horror, Sarah rips out Cupcake's favorite pages from the Bible, one by one, and spits on them. But she's not done there. She crumples up the pages and rubs it against her evil pussy,
moaning and saying how she'd fuck Jesus and cum all over the word of God! Cupcake has NEVER experienced such a horrible harlot! She MUST be saved! But it seems that Cupcake is in deeper than she can
handle, and she is forced to swallow both of Sarah's feet as she makes increasingly futile attempts to witness to this nonbeliever.

Sarah becomes full of the spirit of The Enemy and stuffs a crumpled-up Bible page right in Cupcake's begging mouth! She even rubs it against Cupcake's lily-white virgin panties! This excites Sarah
even more, and she mauls Cupcake with her hands, ripping her pretty dress and her virgin tits while Cupcake struggles and begs her to stop!

Sarah makes Cupcake regret that she ever stepped foot in the territory of the secular crowd and tried to convert one of them. As a matter of fact, Sarah wants to make sure Cupcake never blabs
about her Christianity and her little bitch Jesus ever again. She grabs Cupcake and abducts her, and her intention is to take her to a place where good girls go bad..... The Cock of the Beast

Poor, pious Cupcake has been praying really hard for those public school girls who smoke on the corner every day as she walks past them to Sunday school. She knows the lord will save them, all
they have to do is accept him into their hearts! She has decided to take a stand and witness to one of these wicked girls, in the hopes of bringing them to Jesus.

But this one is the Bitch of the group. She's their Queen Bee. She's the most popular girl in public school and she has quite a reputation. Beautiful, cruel, and charming, Cupcake is almost
distracted from her Godly mission by this girl's seductive beauty. But she must be strong.

Little does she know, this bossy brat is delighted to be the target of a Christian mission. She can't wait to humiliate and degrade Cupcake and laugh the entire time she's doing it!

First, pretty and popular Sarah mocks Cupcake as she reads her Bible. She acts like she's interested in being saved, but the evil behind her eyes comes out when she forces Cupcake to remove her
sky-high stripper heels and then shoves her FOOT IN HER MOUTH! Cupcake is disgusted and degraded, but she tries to push on and let Jesus take the wheel. Sarah wipes her feet all over Cupcake's face,
dips her toes into her mouth, and SHOVES her feet deep down Cupcake's throat. Even while she's gagging on Bitch feet, she tries to explain to Sarah that God loves her and will forgive her for these
wicked acts!

To Cupcake's horror, Sarah rips out Cupcake's favorite pages from the Bible, one by one, and spits on them. But she's not done there. She crumples up the pages and rubs it against her evil pussy,
moaning and saying how she'd fuck Jesus and cum all over the word of God! Cupcake has NEVER experienced such a horrible harlot! She MUST be saved! But it seems that Cupcake is in deeper than she can
handle, and she is forced to swallow both of Sarah's feet as she makes increasingly futile attempts to witness to this nonbeliever.

Sarah becomes full of the spirit of The Enemy and stuffs a crumpled-up Bible page right in Cupcake's begging mouth! She even rubs it against Cupcake's lily-white virgin panties! This excites Sarah
even more, and she mauls Cupcake with her hands, ripping her pretty dress and her virgin tits while Cupcake struggles and begs her to stop!

Sarah makes Cupcake regret that she ever stepped foot in the territory of the secular crowd and tried to convert one of them. As a matter of fact, Sarah wants to make sure Cupcake never blabs
about her Christianity and her little bitch Jesus ever again. She grabs Cupcake and abducts her, and her intention is to take her to a place where good girls go bad..... The Cock of the Beast

"CUSTOM: "The premise could be that you are a mean (and sadistic) popular girl and I’m a guy that mostly keeps to myself. You and a large group of friends are hanging out in a
clearing in the woods on a Friday night, drinking, having fun (a bush party if you’re familiar with that term). I live nearby and am taking a walk when I hear the party and decide to check it out.
When I initially walk through, no one really notices me or pays any attention to my presence. Until you see me. You are really mean and cruel and have been drinking. You look me up and down and say
things like ‘Who’s this loser’ and ‘what the fuck do you think you’re doing here’. There’s a guy that is really into you and wants to impress you so he gets behind me and pushes me. He’s been
drinking too and pushes me hard enough that I fall into you. You shriek. ‘WTF he just hit me’. Some guys are stepping up and circling me now. ‘He fucking hit me. Don’t just stand there. Do something
about it’ you demand, which immediately instigates my beating.

Please describe me getting the absolute kicked out of me by a group of guys (with even some girls taking part in some kicks to my balls and face) in graphic detail. Feel free to add a gang r@p3
scene here if you think it would sell better (you are really good at those ;), but I would like the focus of the clip to be me being hanged in the end. I was thinking once i'm beaten and stripped the
story would center more on my humiliation (before the lynching. Like you or any other girl at the party sodomizes me with her boot heel. Maybe I'm forced to suck someones cock (but not necessarily
rpd), but it's your hand forcing the back of my head and not his. The girls watch and laugh, cheering the guys on and yelling things like ‘how does it feel loser. You want to humiliate me too so at
some point you instruct them to strip me naked. You and the girls laugh at my small flaccid penis (not a micro but rather a ‘grower not a shower’ for some context on the SPH part).

At some point as I’m naked, humiliated, and thoroughly beaten when you decide to take it a step further. At this point, you slowly change the tone from a fun beating (for you) to a d3@dly, life
threatening situation (for me).

‘Let’s lynch him,’ You say.

Everyone cheers – it’s a complete mob under your control at this point. You tell someone to get the rope out of your truck bed (you’re rich parents have a boat and you knew there
was rope in their truck or something like that). ‘String him up’, ‘hang him high’ ‘time to air dance loser’ are some of the things being yelled out from the mob. Under your instructions the whole
time, they first tie my hands behind my back, then tie my feet together. Then quickly and crudely wrap and tie another rope around my neck. Someone throws the other end of the rope over a thick, tall
tree branch. And they pull. Once the rope gets taut, I’m quickly pulled to my knees, then my feet, then my toes and with your nodding, smiling approval off my feet and up about 4 or 5 feet. You tell
them to tie me off, sealing my fate. Please describe in excruciating detail what I would be doing, seeing and feeling while being hanged. How my fingers would uselessly move around and extend while I
desperately tried to free my hands. How I would squirm and wiggle around like a worm on a hook. How my small dick would get hard, maybe I might even p myself. Describe how my tongue would be sticking
out, the chocking sounds I would make as the rope slowly me. In my helpless struggles, I would see a bunch of people below me, with you prominently in front of me, everyone pointing and laughing at
me. Some people taking pics or even filming it with their phone. Describe how some people would put their hands behind their back and make choking faces, mocking me. People would point and laugh at
my small erection (maybe I even involuntarily cum).

Please describe the scene throughout - how eventually my struggles would get weaker. Maybe at some point everything gets blurry. Maybe at some point I lose my sight entirely but can still hear the
laughter, your laughter. Maybe the entire ordeal feels like slow motion to me – the pain of the rope digging into my neck, str**gling me feeling like hours rather than minutes. And towards the end I
would be pretty much brain dd - barely moving at all, only random twitching as my nerves are still live. You coldly tell me in my ear that once I’m dd, you’ll leave me there and continue to party, my
loser dd body being a hilarious party decoration to you. You end the clip describing my perspective as everything fades to black."

"CUSTOM: "The premise could be that you are a mean (and sadistic) popular girl and I’m a guy that mostly keeps to myself. You and a large group of friends are hanging out in a
clearing in the woods on a Friday night, drinking, having fun (a bush party if you’re familiar with that term). I live nearby and am taking a walk when I hear the party and decide to check it out.
When I initially walk through, no one really notices me or pays any attention to my presence. Until you see me. You are really mean and cruel and have been drinking. You look me up and down and say
things like ‘Who’s this loser’ and ‘what the fuck do you think you’re doing here’. There’s a guy that is really into you and wants to impress you so he gets behind me and pushes me. He’s been
drinking too and pushes me hard enough that I fall into you. You shriek. ‘WTF he just hit me’. Some guys are stepping up and circling me now. ‘He fucking hit me. Don’t just stand there. Do something
about it’ you demand, which immediately instigates my beating.

Please describe me getting the absolute kicked out of me by a group of guys (with even some girls taking part in some kicks to my balls and face) in graphic detail. Feel free to add a gang r@p3
scene here if you think it would sell better (you are really good at those ;), but I would like the focus of the clip to be me being hanged in the end. I was thinking once i'm beaten and stripped the
story would center more on my humiliation (before the lynching. Like you or any other girl at the party sodomizes me with her boot heel. Maybe I'm forced to suck someones cock (but not necessarily
rpd), but it's your hand forcing the back of my head and not his. The girls watch and laugh, cheering the guys on and yelling things like ‘how does it feel loser. You want to humiliate me too so at
some point you instruct them to strip me naked. You and the girls laugh at my small flaccid penis (not a micro but rather a ‘grower not a shower’ for some context on the SPH part).

At some point as I’m naked, humiliated, and thoroughly beaten when you decide to take it a step further. At this point, you slowly change the tone from a fun beating (for you) to a d3@dly, life
threatening situation (for me).

‘Let’s lynch him,’ You say.

Everyone cheers – it’s a complete mob under your control at this point. You tell someone to get the rope out of your truck bed (you’re rich parents have a boat and you knew there
was rope in their truck or something like that). ‘String him up’, ‘hang him high’ ‘time to air dance loser’ are some of the things being yelled out from the mob. Under your instructions the whole
time, they first tie my hands behind my back, then tie my feet together. Then quickly and crudely wrap and tie another rope around my neck. Someone throws the other end of the rope over a thick, tall
tree branch. And they pull. Once the rope gets taut, I’m quickly pulled to my knees, then my feet, then my toes and with your nodding, smiling approval off my feet and up about 4 or 5 feet. You tell
them to tie me off, sealing my fate. Please describe in excruciating detail what I would be doing, seeing and feeling while being hanged. How my fingers would uselessly move around and extend while I
desperately tried to free my hands. How I would squirm and wiggle around like a worm on a hook. How my small dick would get hard, maybe I might even p myself. Describe how my tongue would be sticking
out, the chocking sounds I would make as the rope slowly me. In my helpless struggles, I would see a bunch of people below me, with you prominently in front of me, everyone pointing and laughing at
me. Some people taking pics or even filming it with their phone. Describe how some people would put their hands behind their back and make choking faces, mocking me. People would point and laugh at
my small erection (maybe I even involuntarily cum).

Please describe the scene throughout - how eventually my struggles would get weaker. Maybe at some point everything gets blurry. Maybe at some point I lose my sight entirely but can still hear the
laughter, your laughter. Maybe the entire ordeal feels like slow motion to me – the pain of the rope digging into my neck, str**gling me feeling like hours rather than minutes. And towards the end I
would be pretty much brain dd - barely moving at all, only random twitching as my nerves are still live. You coldly tell me in my ear that once I’m dd, you’ll leave me there and continue to party, my
loser dd body being a hilarious party decoration to you. You end the clip describing my perspective as everything fades to black."

"CUSTOM: "The premise could be that you are a mean (and sadistic) popular girl and I’m a guy that mostly keeps to myself. You and a large group of friends are hanging out in a
clearing in the woods on a Friday night, drinking, having fun (a bush party if you’re familiar with that term). I live nearby and am taking a walk when I hear the party and decide to check it out.
When I initially walk through, no one really notices me or pays any attention to my presence. Until you see me. You are really mean and cruel and have been drinking. You look me up and down and say
things like ‘Who’s this loser’ and ‘what the fuck do you think you’re doing here’. There’s a guy that is really into you and wants to impress you so he gets behind me and pushes me. He’s been
drinking too and pushes me hard enough that I fall into you. You shriek. ‘WTF he just hit me’. Some guys are stepping up and circling me now. ‘He fucking hit me. Don’t just stand there. Do something
about it’ you demand, which immediately instigates my beating.

Please describe me getting the absolute kicked out of me by a group of guys (with even some girls taking part in some kicks to my balls and face) in graphic detail. Feel free to add a gang r@p3
scene here if you think it would sell better (you are really good at those ;), but I would like the focus of the clip to be me being hanged in the end. I was thinking once i'm beaten and stripped the
story would center more on my humiliation (before the lynching. Like you or any other girl at the party sodomizes me with her boot heel. Maybe I'm forced to suck someones cock (but not necessarily
rpd), but it's your hand forcing the back of my head and not his. The girls watch and laugh, cheering the guys on and yelling things like ‘how does it feel loser. You want to humiliate me too so at
some point you instruct them to strip me naked. You and the girls laugh at my small flaccid penis (not a micro but rather a ‘grower not a shower’ for some context on the SPH part).

At some point as I’m naked, humiliated, and thoroughly beaten when you decide to take it a step further. At this point, you slowly change the tone from a fun beating (for you) to a d3@dly, life
threatening situation (for me).

‘Let’s lynch him,’ You say.

Everyone cheers – it’s a complete mob under your control at this point. You tell someone to get the rope out of your truck bed (you’re rich parents have a boat and you knew there
was rope in their truck or something like that). ‘String him up’, ‘hang him high’ ‘time to air dance loser’ are some of the things being yelled out from the mob. Under your instructions the whole
time, they first tie my hands behind my back, then tie my feet together. Then quickly and crudely wrap and tie another rope around my neck. Someone throws the other end of the rope over a thick, tall
tree branch. And they pull. Once the rope gets taut, I’m quickly pulled to my knees, then my feet, then my toes and with your nodding, smiling approval off my feet and up about 4 or 5 feet. You tell
them to tie me off, sealing my fate. Please describe in excruciating detail what I would be doing, seeing and feeling while being hanged. How my fingers would uselessly move around and extend while I
desperately tried to free my hands. How I would squirm and wiggle around like a worm on a hook. How my small dick would get hard, maybe I might even p myself. Describe how my tongue would be sticking
out, the chocking sounds I would make as the rope slowly me. In my helpless struggles, I would see a bunch of people below me, with you prominently in front of me, everyone pointing and laughing at
me. Some people taking pics or even filming it with their phone. Describe how some people would put their hands behind their back and make choking faces, mocking me. People would point and laugh at
my small erection (maybe I even involuntarily cum).

Please describe the scene throughout - how eventually my struggles would get weaker. Maybe at some point everything gets blurry. Maybe at some point I lose my sight entirely but can still hear the
laughter, your laughter. Maybe the entire ordeal feels like slow motion to me – the pain of the rope digging into my neck, str**gling me feeling like hours rather than minutes. And towards the end I
would be pretty much brain dd - barely moving at all, only random twitching as my nerves are still live. You coldly tell me in my ear that once I’m dd, you’ll leave me there and continue to party, my
loser dd body being a hilarious party decoration to you. You end the clip describing my perspective as everything fades to black."

Hey little bitch, I'm home from My long day of shopping! These boots are hot and sweaty, and the friction of My feet inside My cotton socks has built up lots of sweat. Oh, by the way, thanks for
the handful of credit cards you gave Me to burn up at the stores! I used up as much as I could, but I know you have more.

I also know that you're a desperate sock fetishist, and I always seem to get you to do anything I want, by using your weakness against you! Even though I've put you months into debt, I'm taking
more. Would you love a sockjob, money bitch? Do you want it? I know you, do, because you're weak and you cannot deny Me. Even if you dared to try.

Hand over $1000, bitch. Ask Me nicely, too, or I'm just going to tease and tease and never let you have anything. Beg Me to stroke your desperate dick with My socks, to caress it with My high
arches, tickle it with My toes...to make you cum all over My feet. Pay Me to allow you, even after draining your wallet dry, to drain your dick too, as I squeeze out whatever is left in your
pocket!